In last few days many farmers have committed suicide in Vidarbha region. 12 in last 72 hours and 988 in 2014 in immense grief and proverty. Actually this is not happening this year only but the story of every year. Every year large numbers of farmer have suicide.
India is a country of the Ideology "JAI JAWAN JAI KISAN", but today no one bother about the farmers who provides food and clothes to the whole nation.
Every time when a farmer suicide the govt. announce compensation for their families and dismiss the issues. Every time during election they promise to bring happiness to the farmer family but after election they don't care about this. WHY?
On TV news also there is also no sound about this? WHY?
The answer is WE. Yes, WE are responsible for this condition.
There are 2 questions we must ask ourselves:
1. Why have none of the major media houses reported this on prime time news?
2. Why is it airlines bosses are able to accumulate thousands of crores of debt and still get a bailout, while a farmer , who feeds the nation cannot get a bailout for a couple of lakhs?
And these questions must ask to ourselves.
MEDIA houses seek for their profits, TRP's etc.If media don't think farmer's deaths are TRP material, they are true. WHY? Because we are not interested. When we heard the death's of farmers we did not concern about it. They know that there will not be any candle march or mass protest in any cities or any part of India. They know there will not be huge outpourings of emotion on social media. This is because WE don't care about them.
If the Govt. gets away with these farmer deaths, it is because they know that WE don't care enough to question them on farmer suicides. WE don't vote them against them because of farmer deaths.
Yes, we must ask ourselves these questions. For it is unfair that the hand that feeds and clothes us should be ignored and ill-treated in this manner.
Here is a para of a poem written by Late Shri Krishna Kalamb, Farmer Poet translated into english :-
Different I am,so unusual my life. My death too,will surprise you like untimely rain.
Fond of poetry, I exist like a cotton crop. It's root sweet, alike the hard stem of sugarcane.
Of my death, they'll say,"how it hangs, like decorations on doorframes."
I would like to hear from you(readers), what can be done?; what steps can be taken?
India is a country of the Ideology "JAI JAWAN JAI KISAN", but today no one bother about the farmers who provides food and clothes to the whole nation.
Every time when a farmer suicide the govt. announce compensation for their families and dismiss the issues. Every time during election they promise to bring happiness to the farmer family but after election they don't care about this. WHY?
On TV news also there is also no sound about this? WHY?
The answer is WE. Yes, WE are responsible for this condition.
There are 2 questions we must ask ourselves:
1. Why have none of the major media houses reported this on prime time news?
2. Why is it airlines bosses are able to accumulate thousands of crores of debt and still get a bailout, while a farmer , who feeds the nation cannot get a bailout for a couple of lakhs?
And these questions must ask to ourselves.
MEDIA houses seek for their profits, TRP's etc.If media don't think farmer's deaths are TRP material, they are true. WHY? Because we are not interested. When we heard the death's of farmers we did not concern about it. They know that there will not be any candle march or mass protest in any cities or any part of India. They know there will not be huge outpourings of emotion on social media. This is because WE don't care about them.
If the Govt. gets away with these farmer deaths, it is because they know that WE don't care enough to question them on farmer suicides. WE don't vote them against them because of farmer deaths.
Yes, we must ask ourselves these questions. For it is unfair that the hand that feeds and clothes us should be ignored and ill-treated in this manner.
Here is a para of a poem written by Late Shri Krishna Kalamb, Farmer Poet translated into english :-
Different I am,so unusual my life. My death too,will surprise you like untimely rain.
Fond of poetry, I exist like a cotton crop. It's root sweet, alike the hard stem of sugarcane.
Of my death, they'll say,"how it hangs, like decorations on doorframes."
I would like to hear from you(readers), what can be done?; what steps can be taken?
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